The night air has turned chilly
Autumn is on the horizon
Though we are still ensconced in summer.
Sitting in the moonless garden
The trees, dark shapes against the sky
I tuck my feet beneath me on the wicker chair
And pull my sweater tightly about me.
I take a sip of the deep red in my hand
Enjoying the hints of blackberry and raspberry
The rich, full taste making my taste buds dance…
I listen to the sound of the crickets
Their nocturnal symphony the soundtrack
To my thoughts.
It’s always on quiet nights such as these
That my thoughts center on you so completely.
With no distractions
Nothing to disturb the flow
I let them carry me away
Until I am with you
Firmly in your embrace
The curve to your spoon
Listening to your even breathing
Feeling myself melt into you
Skin to skin.
Smiling and sighing in contentment
As you realize I am there
Whispering something sweet to me
As your hands curve around my hip
Pulling me against you
And I realize that sleep is no longer
On your mind
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